[{"id":2520276,"name":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","trackName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan\nLicense plates reads, \"K O O L G R A P\"\nBe alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous\nAnd also, he's wanted dead or alive\nFind him\n\nI'm wanted dead or alive\nI stalk the New York sidewalk\nAll the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk\nI keep stepping with a nine on my waistline\n\nGot 16 shots and I don't waste mine\nNever fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest\nTry to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess\n\nDriving a Saab that connects with the mob\nBank job, plenty niggers I rob\nBlood stains are on my Ballys\nA sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley\n\nPumped his face full of dum-dums\nThen left him for the cast of rats and the bums\nYo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion\n'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\nI got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\nOf niggers that belong in the zoo\nWatch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\nOne in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\nThis is what happens and nobody can't stop it\nCrack heads searching a dead man's pockets\nStreets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\nThey murdered before and they still will\n\nPosse's roar in a drug war\n'Cause some believe in death before poor\nShooting galleries for a rich man's salary\nPockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\nI got an order for another manslaughter\nWear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\nI had to run up in the kid's crib\nFor something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\nAnyway I didn't have it\nIn fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\nTry to bother the neighborhood godfather\nAnd I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\nTook alive the suckers that tried to get live\nI never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\nBetween 7th and Broadway\nThis is Unit Two, we're closing in\nProceed with caution\n\nHere's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\nEverybody's wearing gloves on their hand\nStrictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\nI want us all to roll like troops\n\nSee now we get the roll on them\n'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\nI want him bagged them too\nCause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\nShoot a sucker at point-blank range\nIf he seems like he's acting strange\nDump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\nAnd we can even take niggers' jewels\n\nShoot to kill and don't leave no witness\nSurvivors try to get live and get with this\nSnatch up the top man and start slapping him\nAnd put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\nUp and pass no time to shiver\nStop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\nNext stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\nThe one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\nPut an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\nThe crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\nMy man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\nTwo bullets went right through his windpipe\n\nCold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\nLeft to bleed to death\nSkip the jive, suckers that try to get live\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\nUnit Three, requesting back-up\nI repeat, officer requesting back-up\nYo this is Unit Two\n\nYo I'm in pursuit of him right now\nI got him, I got him, I got him\nBut when you see him, he won't be alive\n'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\nI'm wanted dead or alive\nSo you better go and pin up posters\nSouls are burning like bread in the toaster\nYou stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\nFlesh and blood clogs up the street sewers\n\nReady to kill some one else and\n'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson\nKick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts\nAnd I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts\n\nArmed robbery, homicide, third degree murder\nPlus shit you never heard of\nCome in my face with the he say, she say\nAnd I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé\n\nOne night some kids went for broke\nAnd you can almost choke from the gun smoke\nSomebody got robbed and got fed up\nSo he set up the block to get wet up\n\nOne kid got caught down a dead-end street\nGunned him down from his head to his feet\nOne brother got smoked in a car chase\nThrough the windshield, a bullet in the face\n\nLeft his head wide open like a basket\nWent to his funeral, shot up his casket\nThis is the type of shit on the street I survive\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nLatest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway\nI repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit\nRoadblock is now being set up\nOver and out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan\n  License plates reads, \"K O O L G R A P\"\n  Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous\n  And also, he's wanted dead or alive\n  Find him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  I stalk the New York sidewalk\n  All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk\n  I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline\n\n  Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine\n  Never fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest\n  Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess\n\n  Driving a Saab that connects with the mob\n  Bank job, plenty niggers I rob\n  Blood stains are on my Ballys\n  A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley\n\n  Pumped his face full of dum-dums\n  Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums\n  Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion\n  'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\n  I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\n  Of niggers that belong in the zoo\n  Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\n  One in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\n  This is what happens and nobody can't stop it\n  Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets\n  Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\n  They murdered before and they still will\n\n  Posse's roar in a drug war\n  'Cause some believe in death before poor\n  Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary\n  Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\n  I got an order for another manslaughter\n  Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\n  I had to run up in the kid's crib\n  For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\n  Anyway I didn't have it\n  In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\n  Try to bother the neighborhood godfather\n  And I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\n  Took alive the suckers that tried to get live\n  I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\n  Between 7th and Broadway\n  This is Unit Two, we're closing in\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\n  Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand\n  Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\n  I want us all to roll like troops\n\n  See now we get the roll on them\n  'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\n  I want him bagged them too\n  Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\n  Shoot a sucker at point-blank range\n  If he seems like he's acting strange\n  Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\n  And we can even take niggers' jewels\n\n  Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness\n  Survivors try to get live and get with this\n  Snatch up the top man and start slapping him\n  And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\n  Up and pass no time to shiver\n  Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\n  Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\n  The one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\n  Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\n  The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\n  My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\n  Two bullets went right through his windpipe\n\n  Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\n  Left to bleed to death\n  Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\n  Unit Three, requesting back-up\n  I repeat, officer requesting back-up\n  Yo this is Unit Two\n\n  Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now\n  I got him, I got him, I got him\n  But when you see him, he won't be alive\n  'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  So you better go and pin up posters\n  Souls are burning like bread in the toaster\n  You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\n  Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers\n\n  Ready to kill some one else and\n  'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson\n  Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts\n  And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts\n\n  Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder\n  Plus shit you never heard of\n  Come in my face with the he say, she say\n  And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé\n\n  One night some kids went for broke\n  And you can almost choke from the gun smoke\n  Somebody got robbed and got fed up\n  So he set up the block to get wet up\n\n  One kid got caught down a dead-end street\n  Gunned him down from his head to his feet\n  One brother got smoked in a car chase\n  Through the windshield, a bullet in the face\n\n  Left his head wide open like a basket\n  Went to his funeral, shot up his casket\n  This is the type of shit on the street I survive\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Latest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway\n  I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit\n  Roadblock is now being set up\n  Over and out\n"},{"id":30821271,"name":"Wanted Dead Or Alive","trackName":"Wanted Dead Or Alive","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted Dead Or Alive","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan\nLicense plates reads, \"K O O L G R A P\"\nBe alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous\nAnd also, he's wanted dead or alive\nFind him\n\nI'm wanted dead or alive\nI stalk the New York sidewalk\nAll the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk\nI keep stepping with a nine on my waistline\n\nGot 16 shots and I don't waste mine\nNever fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest\nTry to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess\n\nDriving a Saab that connects with the mob\nBank job, plenty niggers I rob\nBlood stains are on my Ballys\nA sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley\n\nPumped his face full of dum-dums\nThen left him for the cast of rats and the bums\nYo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion\n'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\nI got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\nOf niggers that belong in the zoo\nWatch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\nOne in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\nThis is what happens and nobody can't stop it\nCrack heads searching a dead man's pockets\nStreets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\nThey murdered before and they still will\n\nPosse's roar in a drug war\n'Cause some believe in death before poor\nShooting galleries for a rich man's salary\nPockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\nI got an order for another manslaughter\nWear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\nI had to run up in the kid's crib\nFor something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\nAnyway I didn't have it\nIn fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\nTry to bother the neighborhood godfather\nAnd I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\nTook alive the suckers that tried to get live\nI never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\nBetween 7th and Broadway\nThis is Unit Two, we're closing in\nProceed with caution\n\nHere's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\nEverybody's wearing gloves on their hand\nStrictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\nI want us all to roll like troops\n\nSee now we get the roll on them\n'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\nI want him bagged them too\nCause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\nShoot a sucker at point-blank range\nIf he seems like he's acting strange\nDump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\nAnd we can even take niggers' jewels\n\nShoot to kill and don't leave no witness\nSurvivors try to get live and get with this\nSnatch up the top man and start slapping him\nAnd put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\nUp and pass no time to shiver\nStop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\nNext stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\nThe one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\nPut an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\nThe crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\nMy man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\nTwo bullets went right through his windpipe\n\nCold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\nLeft to bleed to death\nSkip the jive, suckers that try to get live\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\nUnit Three, requesting back-up\nI repeat, officer requesting back-up\nYo this is Unit Two\n\nYo I'm in pursuit of him right now\nI got him, I got him, I got him\nBut when you see him, he won't be alive\n'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\nI'm wanted dead or alive\nSo you better go and pin up posters\nSouls are burning like bread in the toaster\nYou stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\nFlesh and blood clogs up the street sewers\n\nReady to kill some one else and\n'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson\nKick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts\nAnd I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts\n\nArmed robbery, homicide, third degree murder\nPlus shit you never heard of\nCome in my face with the he say, she say\nAnd I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé\n\nOne night some kids went for broke\nAnd you can almost choke from the gun smoke\nSomebody got robbed and got fed up\nSo he set up the block to get wet up\n\nOne kid got caught down a dead-end street\nGunned him down from his head to his feet\nOne brother got smoked in a car chase\nThrough the windshield, a bullet in the face\n\nLeft his head wide open like a basket\nWent to his funeral, shot up his casket\nThis is the type of shit on the street I survive\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nLatest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway\nI repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit\nRoadblock is now being set up\nOver and out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wanted Dead Or Alive\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: Wanted Dead Or Alive\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan\n  License plates reads, \"K O O L G R A P\"\n  Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous\n  And also, he's wanted dead or alive\n  Find him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  I stalk the New York sidewalk\n  All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk\n  I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline\n\n  Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine\n  Never fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest\n  Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess\n\n  Driving a Saab that connects with the mob\n  Bank job, plenty niggers I rob\n  Blood stains are on my Ballys\n  A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley\n\n  Pumped his face full of dum-dums\n  Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums\n  Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion\n  'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\n  I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\n  Of niggers that belong in the zoo\n  Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\n  One in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\n  This is what happens and nobody can't stop it\n  Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets\n  Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\n  They murdered before and they still will\n\n  Posse's roar in a drug war\n  'Cause some believe in death before poor\n  Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary\n  Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\n  I got an order for another manslaughter\n  Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\n  I had to run up in the kid's crib\n  For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\n  Anyway I didn't have it\n  In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\n  Try to bother the neighborhood godfather\n  And I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\n  Took alive the suckers that tried to get live\n  I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\n  Between 7th and Broadway\n  This is Unit Two, we're closing in\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\n  Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand\n  Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\n  I want us all to roll like troops\n\n  See now we get the roll on them\n  'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\n  I want him bagged them too\n  Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\n  Shoot a sucker at point-blank range\n  If he seems like he's acting strange\n  Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\n  And we can even take niggers' jewels\n\n  Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness\n  Survivors try to get live and get with this\n  Snatch up the top man and start slapping him\n  And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\n  Up and pass no time to shiver\n  Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\n  Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\n  The one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\n  Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\n  The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\n  My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\n  Two bullets went right through his windpipe\n\n  Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\n  Left to bleed to death\n  Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\n  Unit Three, requesting back-up\n  I repeat, officer requesting back-up\n  Yo this is Unit Two\n\n  Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now\n  I got him, I got him, I got him\n  But when you see him, he won't be alive\n  'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  So you better go and pin up posters\n  Souls are burning like bread in the toaster\n  You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\n  Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers\n\n  Ready to kill some one else and\n  'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson\n  Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts\n  And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts\n\n  Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder\n  Plus shit you never heard of\n  Come in my face with the he say, she say\n  And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé\n\n  One night some kids went for broke\n  And you can almost choke from the gun smoke\n  Somebody got robbed and got fed up\n  So he set up the block to get wet up\n\n  One kid got caught down a dead-end street\n  Gunned him down from his head to his feet\n  One brother got smoked in a car chase\n  Through the windshield, a bullet in the face\n\n  Left his head wide open like a basket\n  Went to his funeral, shot up his casket\n  This is the type of shit on the street I survive\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Latest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway\n  I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit\n  Roadblock is now being set up\n  Over and 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passion\n'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\nI got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\nOf niggers that belong in the zoo\nWatch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\nOne in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\nThis is what happens and nobody can't stop it\nCrack heads searching a dead man's pockets\nStreets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\nThey murdered before and they still will\n\nPosse's roar in a drug war\n'Cause some believe in death before poor\nShooting galleries for a rich man's salary\nPockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\nI got an order for another manslaughter\nWear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\nI had to run up in the kid's crib\nFor something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\nAnyway I didn't have it\nIn fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\nTry to bother the neighborhood godfather\nAnd I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\nTook alive the suckers that tried to get live\nI never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\nBetween 7th and Broadway\nThis is Unit Two, we're closing in\nProceed with caution\n\nHere's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\nEverybody's wearing gloves on their hand\nStrictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\nI want us all to roll like troops\n\nSee now we get the roll on them\n'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\nI want him bagged them too\nCause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\nShoot a sucker at point-blank range\nIf he seems like he's acting strange\nDump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\nAnd we can even take niggers' jewels\n\nShoot to kill and don't leave no witness\nSurvivors try to get live and get with this\nSnatch up the top man and start slapping him\nAnd put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\nUp and pass no time to shiver\nStop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\nNext stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\nThe one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\nPut an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\nThe crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\nMy man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\nTwo bullets went right through his windpipe\n\nCold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\nLeft to bleed to death\nSkip the jive, suckers that try to get live\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\nUnit Three, requesting back-up\nI repeat, officer requesting back-up\nYo this is Unit Two\n\nYo I'm in pursuit of him right now\nI got him, I got him, I got him\nBut when you see him, he won't be alive\n'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\nI'm wanted dead or alive\nSo you better go and pin up posters\nSouls are burning like bread in the toaster\nYou stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\nFlesh and blood clogs up the street sewers\n\nReady to kill some one else and\n'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson\nKick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts\nAnd I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts\n\nArmed robbery, homicide, third degree murder\nPlus shit you never heard of\nCome in my face with the he say, she say\nAnd I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé\n\nOne night some kids went for broke\nAnd you can almost choke from the gun smoke\nSomebody got robbed and got fed up\nSo he set up the block to get wet up\n\nOne kid got caught down a dead-end street\nGunned him down from his head to his feet\nOne brother got smoked in a car chase\nThrough the windshield, a bullet in the face\n\nLeft his head wide open like a basket\nWent to his funeral, shot up his casket\nThis is the type of shit on the street I survive\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nLatest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway\nI repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit\nRoadblock is now being set up\nOver and out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive'\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 278533\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan\n  License plates reads, \"K O O L G R A P\"\n  Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous\n  And also, he's wanted dead or alive\n  Find him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  I stalk the New York sidewalk\n  All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk\n  I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline\n\n  Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine\n  Never fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest\n  Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess\n\n  Driving a Saab that connects with the mob\n  Bank job, plenty niggers I rob\n  Blood stains are on my Ballys\n  A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley\n\n  Pumped his face full of dum-dums\n  Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums\n  Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion\n  'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\n  I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\n  Of niggers that belong in the zoo\n  Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\n  One in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\n  This is what happens and nobody can't stop it\n  Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets\n  Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\n  They murdered before and they still will\n\n  Posse's roar in a drug war\n  'Cause some believe in death before poor\n  Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary\n  Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\n  I got an order for another manslaughter\n  Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\n  I had to run up in the kid's crib\n  For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\n  Anyway I didn't have it\n  In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\n  Try to bother the neighborhood godfather\n  And I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\n  Took alive the suckers that tried to get live\n  I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\n  Between 7th and Broadway\n  This is Unit Two, we're closing in\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\n  Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand\n  Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\n  I want us all to roll like troops\n\n  See now we get the roll on them\n  'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\n  I want him bagged them too\n  Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\n  Shoot a sucker at point-blank range\n  If he seems like he's acting strange\n  Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\n  And we can even take niggers' jewels\n\n  Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness\n  Survivors try to get live and get with this\n  Snatch up the top man and start slapping him\n  And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\n  Up and pass no time to shiver\n  Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\n  Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\n  The one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\n  Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\n  The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\n  My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\n  Two bullets went right through his windpipe\n\n  Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\n  Left to bleed to death\n  Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\n  Unit Three, requesting back-up\n  I repeat, officer requesting back-up\n  Yo this is Unit Two\n\n  Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now\n  I got him, I got him, I got him\n  But when you see him, he won't be alive\n  'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  So you better go and pin up posters\n  Souls are burning like bread in the toaster\n  You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\n  Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers\n\n  Ready to kill some one else and\n  'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson\n  Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts\n  And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts\n\n  Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder\n  Plus shit you never heard of\n  Come in my face with the he say, she say\n  And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé\n\n  One night some kids went for broke\n  And you can almost choke from the gun smoke\n  Somebody got robbed and got fed up\n  So he set up the block to get wet up\n\n  One kid got caught down a dead-end street\n  Gunned him down from his head to his feet\n  One brother got smoked in a car chase\n  Through the windshield, a bullet in the face\n\n  Left his head wide open like a basket\n  Went to his funeral, shot up his casket\n  This is the type of shit on the street I survive\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Latest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway\n  I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit\n  Roadblock is now being set up\n  Over and 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suckers hate me with a passion\n'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\nI got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\nOf niggers that belong in the zoo\nWatch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\nOne in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\nThis is what happens and nobody can't stop it\nCrack heads searching a dead man's pockets\nStreets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\nThey murdered before and they still will\n\nPosse's roar in a drug war\n'Cause some believe in death before poor\nShooting galleries for a rich man's salary\nPockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\nI got an order for another manslaughter\nWear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\nI had to run up in the kid's crib\nFor something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\nAnyway I didn't have it\nIn fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\nTry to bother the neighborhood godfather\nAnd I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\nTook alive the suckers that tried to get live\nI never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\nBetween 7th and Broadway\nThis is Unit Two, we're closing in\nProceed with caution\n\nHere's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\nEverybody's wearing gloves on their hand\nStrictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\nI want us all to roll like troops\n\nSee now we get the roll on them\n'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\nI want him bagged them too\nCause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\nShoot a sucker at point-blank range\nIf he seems like he's acting strange\nDump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\nAnd we can even take niggers' jewels\n\nShoot to kill and don't leave no witness\nSurvivors try to get live and get with this\nSnatch up the top man and start slapping him\nAnd put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\nUp and pass no time to shiver\nStop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the 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Baby Face Nelson\nKick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts\nAnd I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts\n\nArmed robbery, homicide, third degree murder\nPlus shit you never heard of\nCome in my face with the he say, she say\nAnd I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé\n\nOne night some kids went for broke\nAnd you can almost choke from the gun smoke\nSomebody got robbed and got fed up\nSo he set up the block to get wet up\n\nOne kid got caught down a dead-end street\nGunned him down from his head to his feet\nOne brother got smoked in a car chase\nThrough the windshield, a bullet in the face\n\nLeft his head wide open like a basket\nWent to his funeral, shot up his casket\nThis is the type of shit on the street I survive\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nLatest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway\nI repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit\nRoadblock is now being set up\nOver and out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive'\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Street Stories: The Best of Kool G Rap & DJ Polo'\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan\n  License plates reads, \"K O O L G R A P\"\n  Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous\n  And also, he's wanted dead or alive\n  Find him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  I stalk the New York sidewalk\n  All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk\n  I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline\n\n  Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine\n  Never fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest\n  Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess\n\n  Driving a Saab that connects with the mob\n  Bank job, plenty niggers I rob\n  Blood stains are on my Ballys\n  A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley\n\n  Pumped his face full of dum-dums\n  Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums\n  Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion\n  'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\n  I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\n  Of niggers that belong in the zoo\n  Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\n  One in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\n  This is what happens and nobody can't stop it\n  Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets\n  Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\n  They murdered before and they still will\n\n  Posse's roar in a drug war\n  'Cause some believe in death before poor\n  Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary\n  Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\n  I got an order for another manslaughter\n  Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\n  I had to run up in the kid's crib\n  For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\n  Anyway I didn't have it\n  In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\n  Try to bother the neighborhood godfather\n  And I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\n  Took alive the suckers that tried to get live\n  I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\n  Between 7th and Broadway\n  This is Unit Two, we're closing in\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\n  Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand\n  Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\n  I want us all to roll like troops\n\n  See now we get the roll on them\n  'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\n  I want him bagged them too\n  Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\n  Shoot a sucker at point-blank range\n  If he seems like he's acting strange\n  Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\n  And we can even take niggers' jewels\n\n  Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness\n  Survivors try to get live and get with this\n  Snatch up the top man and start slapping him\n  And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\n  Up and pass no time to shiver\n  Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\n  Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\n  The one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\n  Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\n  The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\n  My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\n  Two bullets went right through his windpipe\n\n  Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\n  Left to bleed to death\n  Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\n  Unit Three, requesting back-up\n  I repeat, officer requesting back-up\n  Yo this is Unit Two\n\n  Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now\n  I got him, I got him, I got him\n  But when you see him, he won't be alive\n  'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  So you better go and pin up posters\n  Souls are burning like bread in the toaster\n  You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\n  Flesh and blood clogs up the 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up like lava\n\nTook alive the suckers that tried to get live\nI never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\nBetween 7th and Broadway\nThis is Unit Two, we're closing in\nProceed with caution\n\nHere's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\nEverybody's wearing gloves on their hand\nStrictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\nI want us all to roll like troops\n\nSee now we get the roll on them\n'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\nI want him bagged them too\nCause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\nShoot a sucker at point-blank range\nIf he seems like he's acting strange\nDump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\nAnd we can even take niggers' jewels\n\nShoot to kill and don't leave no witness\nSurvivors try to get live and get with this\nSnatch up the top man and start slapping him\nAnd put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\nUp and pass no time to shiver\nStop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\nNext stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\nThe one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\nPut an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\nThe crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\nMy man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\nTwo bullets went right through his windpipe\n\nCold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\nLeft to bleed to death\nSkip the jive, suckers that try to get live\nYo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\nUnit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\nUnit Three, requesting back-up\nI repeat, officer requesting back-up\nYo this is Unit Two\n\nYo I'm in pursuit of him right now\nI got him, I got him, I got him\nBut when you see him, he won't be alive\n'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\nI'm wanted dead or alive\nSo you better go and pin up posters\nSouls are burning like bread in the toaster\nYou stand in a trance with your pants full of manure\nFlesh and blood clogs up the street sewers\n\nReady to kill some one else 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bums\n  Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion\n  'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing\n\n  I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?\n  Of niggers that belong in the zoo\n  Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up\n  One in the head, making sure you don't get up\n\n  This is what happens and nobody can't stop it\n  Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets\n  Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville\n  They murdered before and they still will\n\n  Posse's roar in a drug war\n  'Cause some believe in death before poor\n  Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary\n  Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories\n\n  I got an order for another manslaughter\n  Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water\n  I had to run up in the kid's crib\n  For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig\n\n  Anyway I didn't have it\n  In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots\n  Try to bother the neighborhood godfather\n  And I'll burn your ass up like lava\n\n  Took alive the suckers that tried to get live\n  I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit\n  Between 7th and Broadway\n  This is Unit Two, we're closing in\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van\n  Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand\n  Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots\n  I want us all to roll like troops\n\n  See now we get the roll on them\n  'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them\n  I want him bagged them too\n  Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew\n\n  Shoot a sucker at point-blank range\n  If he seems like he's acting strange\n  Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels\n  And we can even take niggers' jewels\n\n  Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness\n  Survivors try to get live and get with this\n  Snatch up the top man and start slapping him\n  And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him\n\n  Up and pass no time to shiver\n  Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river\n  Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop\n  The one that keeps getting niggers knocked\n\n  Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars\n  The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars\n  My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe\n  Two bullets went right through his windpipe\n\n  Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath\n  Left to bleed to death\n  Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live\n  Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive\n\n  Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic\n  Unit Three, requesting back-up\n  I repeat, officer requesting back-up\n  Yo this is Unit Two\n\n  Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now\n  I got him, I got him, I got him\n  But when you see him, he won't be alive\n  'Cause I'm gonna get him\n\n  I'm wanted dead or alive\n  So you better go and pin up posters\n  Souls are burning like bread in the toaster\n  You stand in a 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an asiatic descendant\n  And I know what's been amended and intended\n  So let's fulfill and get real, and try to build\n  A united nation, eliminate segregation\n  I know there's different strokes for different folks\n  But I've also acknowledged what hatred provokes\n  So don't hate me or try to underrate me\n  Cause I collect ends drive a Benz and live greatly\n  And we can all live together in harmony\n  Without thinkin what color is harmin me\n  If I'm a slave I'm a slave to the rhythm\n  To E-R-A-S-E the racism\n\n  To the black and the white\n  The red and the yellow\n  To all the nationalities\n  I'd like to say hello\n  And I hope they stop racism and it's comin from our hearts\n  Me, Kool G Rap, Polo, Big Daddy Kane, Cool V, and of course\n  The Diabolical Bizmarkie I hope ya stop racism\n  Peace!\n"},{"id":2519912,"name":"Kool Is Back","trackName":"Kool Is Back","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\nI'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\nA fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\nI freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\nNo man withstands the pain I bring\nSo face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\nPolo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\nStart to break you apart, so get smart\nYou cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\nMakin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\nMC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\nThey rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\nSurround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\nRelated too late, I demonstrate fate\nI'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\nMassacre, in a mash I start blastin\nFury article, periodicial\nBlowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\nEverytime I build the plan and killed the man\nMC's got smoked without a filter and\nSkunked them up like marijuana\nTerminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\nYou can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\nCause you're trapped up, to get capped up\nPlay the back of dis here scenery\nYou clowns'll get broke down like machinery\nI bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\nHardrocks get crushed into rubble\nThe gates of hell open wide to scope in\nAnd I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\nThe holy bible when you made your arrival\nNow the name of the game is survival\nThe result isn't real difficult to strategy\nI'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\nMy rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\nRound to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\nSo I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\nI'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\nI just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\nYou better shout to get a rap out\nWhat I arrange invented, it's strange demented\nThe range, be changed when I entered\nA stage of furious rage when I had this madness\nBadness, you felt sadness\nRaps are brave and outrageous; all those\nChicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\nI stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\nAnd wet yo' ass like rainfall\nI think you need a replacement, you're illin\nCall that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\nA brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\nFresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\nI'm gonna need your full cooperation\nThis is a matter of life and death operation\nTo ease a man in the siege of surgery\nOf bein done without anesthesia\nGo slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\nAnd I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\nI'm not soft, I kill suckers off\nDisarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\nYou get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\nAnd plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\nDesignated to self-destruct\nKnocked around like a hockey puck\nK-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\nYou wish your name had a G but to be\nA badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\nTop rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\nBut instead you're just sinkin\nI attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\nG. Rap's back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kool Is Back\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\n  I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\n  A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\n  I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\n  No man withstands the pain I bring\n  So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\n  Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\n  Start to break you apart, so get smart\n  You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\n  Makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\n  MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\n  They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\n  Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\n  Related too late, I demonstrate fate\n  I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\n  Massacre, in a mash I start blastin\n  Fury article, periodicial\n  Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\n  Everytime I build the plan and killed the man\n  MC's got smoked without a filter and\n  Skunked them up like marijuana\n  Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\n  You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\n  Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up\n  Play the back of dis here scenery\n  You clowns'll get broke down like machinery\n  I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\n  Hardrocks get crushed into rubble\n  The gates of hell open wide to scope in\n  And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\n  The holy bible when you made your arrival\n  Now the name of the game is survival\n  The result isn't real difficult to strategy\n  I'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\n  My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\n  Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\n  So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\n  I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\n  I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\n  You better shout to get a rap out\n  What I arrange invented, it's strange demented\n  The range, be changed when I entered\n  A stage of furious rage when I had this madness\n  Badness, you felt sadness\n  Raps are brave and outrageous; all those\n  Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\n  I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\n  And wet yo' ass like rainfall\n  I think you need a replacement, you're illin\n  Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\n  A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\n  Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\n  I'm gonna need your full cooperation\n  This is a matter of life and death operation\n  To ease a man in the siege of surgery\n  Of bein done without anesthesia\n  Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\n  And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\n  I'm not soft, I kill suckers off\n  Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\n  You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\n  And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\n  Designated to self-destruct\n  Knocked around like a hockey puck\n  K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\n  You wish your name had a G but to be\n  A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\n  Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\n  But instead you're just sinkin\n  I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\n  G. Rap's back\n"},{"id":2520047,"name":"Play It Kool","trackName":"Play It Kool","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Cool.\" -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)\n\n(Kool G. Rap)\nI play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player\nYour record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer\nKool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol\nAttackin the vital parts to maintain my title\nThe suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic\nAnd gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean\nAs I flow in slow motion\nAnd I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion\nThe K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O\nWould like to say hello to you mellow fellow\nWhat are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward\nAnd I don't allow it, you get devoured\nCause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have\nA prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian\nMy instrumentals ain't up for rental\nBut come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em\nI got the source of an orchestra\nBut if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya\nYou said you're ready like Freddie to battle me\nBut the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield\nAll wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi\nYou try to trip me, but I just play it Kool\nJust like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule\nPlay it Kool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Kool\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Cool.\" -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)\n\n  (Kool G. Rap)\n  I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player\n  Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer\n  Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol\n  Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title\n  The suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic\n  And gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean\n  As I flow in slow motion\n  And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion\n  The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O\n  Would like to say hello to you mellow fellow\n  What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward\n  And I don't allow it, you get devoured\n  Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have\n  A prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian\n  My instrumentals ain't up for rental\n  But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em\n  I got the source of an orchestra\n  But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya\n  You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me\n  But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield\n  All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi\n  You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool\n  Just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule\n  Play it Kool\n"},{"id":21080054,"name":"Kool Is Back","trackName":"Kool Is Back","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":210.026667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\nI'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\nA fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\nI freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\nNo man withstands the pain I bring\nSo face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\nPolo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\nStart to break you apart, so get smart\nYou cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\nMakin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\nMC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\nThey rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\nSurround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\nRelated too late, I demonstrate fate\nI'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\nMassacre, in a mash I start blastin\nFury article, periodicial\nBlowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\nEverytime I build the plan and killed the man\nMC's got smoked without a filter and\nSkunked them up like marijuana\nTerminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\nYou can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\nCause you're trapped up, to get capped up\nPlay the back of dis here scenery\nYou clowns'll get broke down like machinery\nI bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\nHardrocks get crushed into rubble\nThe gates of hell open wide to scope in\nAnd I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\nThe holy bible when you made your arrival\nNow the name of the game is survival\nThe result isn't real difficult to strategy\nI'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\nMy rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\nRound to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\nSo I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\nI'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\nI just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\nYou better shout to get a rap out\nWhat I arrange invented, it's strange demented\nThe range, be changed when I entered\nA stage of furious rage when I had this madness\nBadness, you felt sadness\nRaps are brave and outrageous; all those\nChicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\nI stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\nAnd wet yo' ass like rainfall\nI think you need a replacement, you're illin\nCall that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\nA brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\nFresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\nI'm gonna need your full cooperation\nThis is a matter of life and death operation\nTo ease a man in the siege of surgery\nOf bein done without anesthesia\nGo slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\nAnd I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\nI'm not soft, I kill suckers off\nDisarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\nYou get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\nAnd plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\nDesignated to self-destruct\nKnocked around like a hockey puck\nK-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\nYou wish your name had a G but to be\nA badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\nTop rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\nBut instead you're just sinkin\nI attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\nG. Rap's back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kool Is Back\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 210027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\n  I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\n  A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\n  I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\n  No man withstands the pain I bring\n  So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\n  Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\n  Start to break you apart, so get smart\n  You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\n  Makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\n  MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\n  They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\n  Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\n  Related too late, I demonstrate fate\n  I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\n  Massacre, in a mash I start blastin\n  Fury article, periodicial\n  Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\n  Everytime I build the plan and killed the man\n  MC's got smoked without a filter and\n  Skunked them up like marijuana\n  Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\n  You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\n  Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up\n  Play the back of dis here scenery\n  You clowns'll get broke down like machinery\n  I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\n  Hardrocks get crushed into rubble\n  The gates of hell open wide to scope in\n  And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\n  The holy bible when you made your arrival\n  Now the name of the game is survival\n  The result isn't real difficult to strategy\n  I'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\n  My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\n  Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\n  So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\n  I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\n  I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\n  You better shout to get a rap out\n  What I arrange invented, it's strange demented\n  The range, be changed when I entered\n  A stage of furious rage when I had this madness\n  Badness, you felt sadness\n  Raps are brave and outrageous; all those\n  Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\n  I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\n  And wet yo' ass like rainfall\n  I think you need a replacement, you're illin\n  Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\n  A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\n  Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\n  I'm gonna need your full cooperation\n  This is a matter of life and death operation\n  To ease a man in the siege of surgery\n  Of bein done without anesthesia\n  Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\n  And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\n  I'm not soft, I kill suckers off\n  Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\n  You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\n  And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\n  Designated to self-destruct\n  Knocked around like a hockey puck\n  K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\n  You wish your name had a G but to be\n  A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\n  Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\n  But instead you're just sinkin\n  I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\n  G. Rap's back\n"},{"id":19992091,"name":"Play It Kool","trackName":"Play It Kool","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":274.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Cool.\" -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)\n\n(Kool G. Rap)\nI play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player\nYour record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer\nKool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol\nAttackin the vital parts to maintain my title\nThe suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic\nAnd gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean\nAs I flow in slow motion\nAnd I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion\nThe K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O\nWould like to say hello to you mellow fellow\nWhat are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward\nAnd I don't allow it, you get devoured\nCause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have\nA prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian\nMy instrumentals ain't up for rental\nBut come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em\nI got the source of an orchestra\nBut if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya\nYou said you're ready like Freddie to battle me\nBut the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield\nAll wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi\nYou try to trip me, but I just play it Kool\nJust like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule\nPlay it Kool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Kool\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 274667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Cool.\" -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)\n\n  (Kool G. Rap)\n  I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player\n  Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer\n  Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol\n  Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title\n  The suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic\n  And gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean\n  As I flow in slow motion\n  And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion\n  The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O\n  Would like to say hello to you mellow fellow\n  What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward\n  And I don't allow it, you get devoured\n  Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have\n  A prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian\n  My instrumentals ain't up for rental\n  But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em\n  I got the source of an orchestra\n  But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya\n  You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me\n  But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield\n  All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi\n  You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool\n  Just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule\n  Play it Kool\n"},{"id":2520044,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"},{"id":30840618,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted Dead Or Alive","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: Wanted Dead Or Alive\n  duration_ms: 126000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"},{"id":21906603,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":251.386667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 251387\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"},{"id":31238994,"name":"Play It Kool","trackName":"Play It Kool","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Cool.\" -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)\n\n(Kool G. Rap)\nI play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player\nYour record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer\nKool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol\nAttackin the vital parts to maintain my title\nThe suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic\nAnd gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean\nAs I flow in slow motion\nAnd I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion\nThe K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O\nWould like to say hello to you mellow fellow\nWhat are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward\nAnd I don't allow it, you get devoured\nCause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have\nA prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian\nMy instrumentals ain't up for rental\nBut come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em\nI got the source of an orchestra\nBut if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya\nYou said you're ready like Freddie to battle me\nBut the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield\nAll wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi\nYou try to trip me, but I just play it Kool\nJust like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule\nPlay it Kool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Kool\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Cool.\" -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)\n\n  (Kool G. Rap)\n  I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player\n  Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer\n  Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol\n  Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title\n  The suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic\n  And gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean\n  As I flow in slow motion\n  And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion\n  The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O\n  Would like to say hello to you mellow fellow\n  What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward\n  And I don't allow it, you get devoured\n  Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have\n  A prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian\n  My instrumentals ain't up for rental\n  But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em\n  I got the source of an orchestra\n  But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya\n  You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me\n  But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield\n  All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi\n  You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool\n  Just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule\n  Play it Kool\n"},{"id":19881150,"name":"Kool Is Back","trackName":"Kool Is Back","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)","duration":205.844898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\nI'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\nA fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\nI freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\nNo man withstands the pain I bring\nSo face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\nPolo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\nStart to break you apart, so get smart\nYou cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\nMakin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\nMC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\nThey rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\nSurround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\nRelated too late, I demonstrate fate\nI'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\nMassacre, in a mash I start blastin\nFury article, periodicial\nBlowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\nEverytime I build the plan and killed the man\nMC's got smoked without a filter and\nSkunked them up like marijuana\nTerminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\nYou can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\nCause you're trapped up, to get capped up\nPlay the back of dis here scenery\nYou clowns'll get broke down like machinery\nI bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\nHardrocks get crushed into rubble\nThe gates of hell open wide to scope in\nAnd I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\nThe holy bible when you made your arrival\nNow the name of the game is survival\nThe result isn't real difficult to strategy\nI'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\nMy rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\nRound to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\nSo I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\nI'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\nI just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\nYou better shout to get a rap out\nWhat I arrange invented, it's strange demented\nThe range, be changed when I entered\nA stage of furious rage when I had this madness\nBadness, you felt sadness\nRaps are brave and outrageous; all those\nChicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\nI stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\nAnd wet yo' ass like rainfall\nI think you need a replacement, you're illin\nCall that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\nA brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\nFresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\nI'm gonna need your full cooperation\nThis is a matter of life and death operation\nTo ease a man in the siege of surgery\nOf bein done without anesthesia\nGo slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\nAnd I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\nI'm not soft, I kill suckers off\nDisarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\nYou get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\nAnd plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\nDesignated to self-destruct\nKnocked around like a hockey puck\nK-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\nYou wish your name had a G but to be\nA badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\nTop rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\nBut instead you're just sinkin\nI attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\nG. Rap's back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kool Is Back\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)'\n  duration_ms: 205845\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\n  I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\n  A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\n  I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\n  No man withstands the pain I bring\n  So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\n  Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\n  Start to break you apart, so get smart\n  You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\n  Makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\n  MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\n  They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\n  Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\n  Related too late, I demonstrate fate\n  I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\n  Massacre, in a mash I start blastin\n  Fury article, periodicial\n  Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\n  Everytime I build the plan and killed the man\n  MC's got smoked without a filter and\n  Skunked them up like marijuana\n  Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\n  You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\n  Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up\n  Play the back of dis here scenery\n  You clowns'll get broke down like machinery\n  I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\n  Hardrocks get crushed into rubble\n  The gates of hell open wide to scope in\n  And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\n  The holy bible when you made your arrival\n  Now the name of the game is survival\n  The result isn't real difficult to strategy\n  I'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\n  My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\n  Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\n  So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\n  I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\n  I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\n  You better shout to get a rap out\n  What I arrange invented, it's strange demented\n  The range, be changed when I entered\n  A stage of furious rage when I had this madness\n  Badness, you felt sadness\n  Raps are brave and outrageous; all those\n  Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\n  I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\n  And wet yo' ass like rainfall\n  I think you need a replacement, you're illin\n  Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\n  A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\n  Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\n  I'm gonna need your full cooperation\n  This is a matter of life and death operation\n  To ease a man in the siege of surgery\n  Of bein done without anesthesia\n  Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\n  And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\n  I'm not soft, I kill suckers off\n  Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\n  You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\n  And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\n  Designated to self-destruct\n  Knocked around like a hockey puck\n  K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\n  You wish your name had a G but to be\n  A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\n  Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\n  But instead you're just sinkin\n  I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\n  G. Rap's back\n"},{"id":29005845,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)'\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"}]